Rough Draft

A peek out of the burrow, and a dozen old friends out for a single night. Beyond words, just gratitude that sometimes I wonder where I'd be, where this play would be without them as the backstage crew behind. With all else forgotten and thrown to the wind, the past remained a place of escape, whilst smiling back at those silly 'ol days.

It's a little late but yes, I caught Spiderman 2 today. Which in my opinion, is a very wrong decision, with the show stirring up emotions of all kinds in me.

It's also more of what they call.. Tears-invoking.

If you question why, you should be an avid reader of the Spidey series to understand what our friendly neighbourhood Spiderman had to go through.

Which brings me to the point. It's tough enough being a comic character, what more an alive, breathing human experiencing cosmic reactions from all directions. Besides, I'm no Spiderman.

I'm tired, and I lack the inspiration to write. And to answer some questions about recent posts, they're part of my ' training ' as I try to find my way past the real world to the fiction. You could fish around those words too, who knows, there's a chance you may strike gold as you venture deeper into my world.

I'll continue another time, perhaps tomorrow.

posted by cigarettelove @ 8:04 AM